A/N: I told you I would be back. By the way all the chapter titles are songs that usually inspire me or influence the chapter. Enjoy.

Firestone

So these past two weeks have been amazing since Homecoming. Reagan and I have gotten really close. Karma and I are still faking it meanwhile Karma has started a secret relationship with Liam. Reagan and I have been hanging out a lot. I've seen her more than I've actually seen Karma. And I'm not minding it since Karma can't stop gushing about Liam every time I see her. And my crush on Reagan is still there but it's a bit dormant ever since Homecoming. Reagan acts like I never told her which is good because its not awkward between us.

It's Friday night and tonight is supposed to be Karma and I's movie night but she cancelled AGAIN to go to an art exhibit with you know who.

I'm just on my laptop watching episodes of South of Nowhere which I happen to really miss a lot. In the middle of an episode I hear a tapping on my window. I'm a little jumpy tonight since I'm home alone (Lauren's out on a date, and Farrah and Bruce out for the weekend) and earlier today I heard something about an escaped serial killer in the area. I look out and I don't see anything so I continue watching the episode.

*thud*

There it is again. It's dark outside and it's raining. That must be it. I can hear thunder making the whole house vibrate a little bit.

*thud*

There it is again. I didn't leave the ladder out, right? Or did I? Shit I can't remember but I don't really want to move right now, I'm kinda scared.

You know what, I'm acting insane. Let me just get back to watching my show.

*screech*

I turn my head toward the window and I blink about ten times.

I really hope I'm on drugs or something cause I see my name written in blood on my window.

MY NAME WRITTEN IN FREAKIN BLOOD.

I'm so scared I start shaking. I try to calm myself. Everything is gonna be okay? I mean a person's chance of being killed by a serial killer is one in two million. I know this because I might have just googled this on my laptop a second ago. But maybe I should factor in the statistic of there being a serial killer on the loose in my area.

Oh shit the power just went out. It's almost completely dark in here except for the moonlight and lightning coming through my window.

Oh my god. I'm gonna die and haven't even watched all the documentary's on Netflix yet.

*tap*

You know what? Enough of this. Time to face my fears. I mean if only Lauren was here I could just send her to the window and the guy would probably get scared shitless. But I have the second best thing, my lucky softball bat.

It's an aluminum bat that I had in sixth grade when I used to play. Was that supposed to be foreshadowing to me actually being gay?

I take the bat out of the closet and start walking slowly to the window. I don't see anything but I know someone is there. I can feel it. I put the bat down quickly and slide open my window as quickly as possible.

It's kinda windy outside and nothing happens.

All of a sudden something pops up, I scream, and take a swing and hit a …. a tree branch?

"Hey Shrimp girl."

The tree branch falls and Reagan is behind it smiling like a child.

"REAGAN, WHAT THE HELL. You scared the shit out of me. I could have killed you" I gasp.

She starts laughing intensely as I pull her through the window. She was wearing all black hoody, skinny jeans and sneakers, with the hoody covering her hair.

"Yeah… Oh my… Amy." She says in between laughs.

"Calm down. You are gonna have an asthma attack." I say while rubbing her back.

"I can't believe you got scared of a tree. Again! Just admit it you are afraid of trees." She says laughing away.

"No I'm just scared of psychopaths who show up to my house on a stormy Friday night writing my name with blood on my window and trying to attack me with tree branches. How'd you get up there anyway? And did you really have to do this?" I say rolling my eyes.

"Yeah you left the ladder out and I just thought it would be fun to scare my best friend. With some fake blood and a tree branch."

Aww she called me her best friend. I know that we are just friends but the gay inside me is giving me butterflies.

"Seriously Reagan don't do that again. You almost gave me a heart attack. You know that there's a loose serial killer in the area." I say pouting.

"Cheer up Shrimps. I mean, who on earth would mess with the almighty tree killer? So the power's out at yours too?" She winks at me.

"Yeah it cut out when you were writing my name on my window." I say gently punching her.

"Why was it out at yours?"

"Yeah. The storm is pretty bad. That's why I thought I would stop by to see if you were okay." She says while taking off her wet hoodie revealing a white v-neck that clung to her body because of the rain. Even her chest had a couple of rain droplets that rolled slowly and smoothly down her cleavage. I stared for a little bit but I don't think she caught me.

"Come on lets go look for some candles to brighten up this place. Oh do you need a towel by the way to dry yourself off?" I say getting up.

"No, I'll be fine."

"Good." I say under my breath.

"What?" She asked confused.

"Oh nothing." I reply leaving her to eye me suspiciously.

We head downstairs to the kitchen and look through the cabinets looking for any type of candle.

As we are searching, Reagan asks, "So were you serious about the serial killer?"

"Yeah. He was all over the news a couple of hours ago. He likes to target young girls when they are home alone." I say trying to act calm.

"Oh. Wow. Sorry about scaring you then. I'd probably do the same thing you did." She replies.

"It's okay. Did you find some candles? I've got a box full of matches over here."

"Yeah I ….."

*thud*

"What was that?" Reagan asked bewildered. We both squat to the floor.

*creak*

"I don't know." I say while my heart rate increases.

*thud*

"That's from the storm right?" Reagan asks crawling right next to me. She grabs my hand and starts squeezing it.

If I wasn't about to die I would be blushing right now.

"No Reagan, I think it's from inside the house. Call 911." I whisper.

"I can't I left my cellphone in the car." She whispers back. "Do you have another bat handy shrimp girl?"

"No I have something better." I don't want to act scared in front of Reagan so I try to calm myself.

I reach my free hand up and into the kitchen drawer grabbing my mom's favorite butcher's knife.

*creak*

I can't see anything but I hear it come closer. I start slowly walking toward the sound.

Reagan pulls me back while holding my hand. "Amy don't. You could get hurt." She says with worry in her voice.

"No I'll be fine." Putting on my bravest face. As I creep around the kitchens corner with Reagan right behind me. I see a dark figure walking toward me.

Reagan and I both scream and as I raise up the knife the power comes back on.

We both freeze in horror of what is right in front of us.

"What are you weirdo's doing?" Lauren asked looking extremely weirded out by the two of us in front of her.

"We thought you were a serial killer." Reagan says.

"And you gave Amy a knife to protect you? Were you trying to make the guy laugh too?"

"You should be grateful I didn't stab you. I thought you weren't supposed to be home until later tonight?" I say dropping the knife to my side.

"Tommy canceled. So anyway I'll be in my room. If a serial killer decides to come into the house make sure to sing like you do in the shower Amy. I'm sure that would scare him away." Lauren says while walking away.

"Or I could just send him up to your room" I yell after her.

"I think I would have preferred the serial killer." Reagan tells me.

"I agree. Oh, you can let go of my hand now."

"Oh yeah sorry about that." She says looking down embarrassed.

"So now what?"

"Ummm. Do you want to be irresponsible and raid my parent's liquor cabinet?" I ask her.

"That would probably be the most responsible thing I've done all week." She winks at me.

We head to the cabinet open it and grab tequila, vodka, rum, and some plastic cups.

"Do we really need all of this liquor?"

"Yeah it adds to the experience." She says grabbing some soda too.

We head up to my room and I make sure to lock the door so Lauren can't barge in and bitch at me. So we decided to play the 'Game of Thrones' drinking game. Which basically involves watching an episode of 'Game of Thrones' and drinking every time someone dies, is naked, or has sex. After about two episodes I could feel a slight buzz. I don't drink much so I'm kind of a light weight. But Reagan doesn't seem to be affected at all.

After the end of the second episode Reagan closes the laptop. We play one game of 'Higher or Lower' and 'I'm going to a picnic' too bad we couldn't get pass E since Reagan said Dildo for D and I couldn't stop laughing. I'm really starting to feel the alcohol now. Just when I thought we were done for the night Reagan says, "Let's play Two Truths and a Lie."

"Is that the game where you say three things about yourself and then I have to guess which one is the lie and which are the truths. If I'm right, then you drink and vice versa." I say kind of sloppy. By this time we are sitting in front of my bed on the carpet. We are sitting criss-cross facing each other.

"Yes, exactly. Okay I'll start." Reagan tells me while mixing Rum and Coke for both of us in our cups.

"I've had eight boyfriends, changed school's three times, and I'm a virgin." She tells me.

"Oh this too easy."

"Really? Why?" She questions me.

"Well there's no way party-queen Reagan is a virgin." I say confidently.

"Wow you really think I'm a whore don't you. Thanks for your vote of confidence Amy. But actually the lie is the eight boyfriends. Duke is my one and only so bottoms up babe." She says lifting my cup to me.

I was kind of surprised by this but I ended up taking a gulp. I guess I haven't figured her out as much as I think.

"Okay my turn. I've never actually had my first kiss, I've been arrested before, and I've never gotten high before." I say taking a small sip.

"Arrested duh. Come on Amy try not to be too predictable." Reagan says while taking a sip of her drink.

"Drink bitch."

Reagan almost chokes on her drink. "Wait what?"

"I said drink. The lie was high."

"Emily Rodentfeld I can't believe you are this terrible. I thought you were a good girl." Reagan says sarcastically. "Come on tell me."

"Well, I don't count the kisses with Karma as real since they weren't genuine. Karma's parents mixed up the brownies once when we were on the field trip in seventh grade to Seaworld so we got the "special" ones. I ended up laughing every time someone said fish and Karma cried because she couldn't find Nemo. I ended up punching an undercover cop for messing with Lauren's feelings. Long story."

"Wow I think I kind of like this bad side of you." She says taking a large gulp.

"Well I don't only punch trees in my free time." I slur.

"Aww Amy I think you are actually drunk."

"Yeah well how are you not we finished the bottle of Vodka an hour ago."

"I guess I built up a tolerance from partying too much with my eight boyfriends." She says sarcastically.

"Sorry I didn't mean to infer that you were a whore. I just didn't expect you to be a virgin. You seem too mature to be."

"How is waiting to make love to the person I am in love with immature? I think it's quite the opposite it shows that you value certain things highly. Isn't that why you haven't had your first kiss." She says looking me in the eye.

"Honestly, I've never had my first kiss because I haven't actually met someone whose liked me like that before." I say looking down, feeling insecure admitting that.

It stays quiet for about a minute. I'm just looking down at my carpet pretending to draw with my finger.

I feel Reagan staring at me but I'm too afraid to look up. I can tell she's judging me.

All of a sudden she moves closer to me and lifts up my head with her hand so that we are making eye contact. We just stare at each other for a minute. I am breathless and have no idea what is going on. I feel my drunk self getting lost in her gaze.

She suddenly moves her face slowly toward mine. Her lips catch my bottom lip and as she gently tugs at it. Her skin and lips are so soft. I can feel the adrenaline rush up inside me so I grab the back of her neck and pull her closer. Deepening the kiss. I feel her hands move toward my waist as my tongue touches her lips asking for permission to enter her mouth. She grants it and I move even closer to her. I climb on her lap and begin to straddle her.

We both start breathing heavy and we take quick breaths so we can continue our intense kissing session. She occasionally bites my lip and I moan into her mouth. I can feel her hands press firmer down on me. I am basically lying on top of her with her holding me as close as possible.

As my hand tangles into her hair she makes a quick movement and suddenly she is on top straddling me. She grabs both of my hands and holds them down on the carpet.

Her hips make slow movements against mine and I can hear her make moans as well. She finally pulls away, takes a deep breath and starts kissing my jaw. Licking part of it and nibbles on my ear. I start breathing even heavier as her kisses move down my neck. She places wet kisses on my chest and finally sits up straight to remove her white v-neck shirt.

I finally realize what we are about to do and I rest on my elbows saying "Reagan what are we doing?"

She looks surprised and finally analyzes what we are doing while holding her shirt in her hand.

She looks terrified and says, "Oh shit. I.. I..have to go." With that she climbs off of me and runs out of my room while putting on her shirt. Leaving me here all hot, bothered, and alone.

A/N: Amy has too good of a conscious I guess. Anyway I really appreciate when you guys review. It means a lot to me and I read all of them with a smile on my face. I thought I would put this one out so Amy didn't have to be stuck in the friend zone. Btw, Did you guys find the first part cute, please let me know.